I'll implode if I don't say something.
Got irrate an hour after takeoff tournament day, Got flat out mad 30min later, Left tournament early, Acted like a jackass to anybody I saw that day, 2hr drive with Sharon and not a word spoken. Almost 10:00 Monday morning and still just flat out pissed off!

Can't figure out where or why it all went wrong.
Pre-fished Monday....nothing.
Pre-fished Tuesday...Had over 20lbs and places to go.
Pre-fished Wed...13lbs
Thursday.....15lbs
Friday....12lbs
Saturday with Sharon...18lbs and had one at least 7lb run up to the top of a cedar tree, wrap me up, jump and snap the line. It was a continuation of the week...just an awsome fun day.
Never fished the same area twice. Lost two jigs the whole week.
Tournament day: Woke up feeling bad. Pepsid cured my heartburn and I was ready to go. Headed to my best area only to find a muddy mess and so much wind it was unfishable. We were both cold, didn't bring enough clothes, miserable, and wet. (Sharon had to back up fast right after launching...another boat got close...she drenched the back deck, both seats, and herself before take-off.

All my other areas should be somewhat protected, so we headed there. Not a bite on the next three stops and I must lost 10 jigs in two hours, and saved another 10. Seemed EVERY cast out deep was a snag. Gave up on that because apparently I'd forgotten how to work a jig through anything. Started flipping brush and landed a few short blacks.
Moved back out because that's where I'd been catching the big fish. Snagged and Hungup was the story for the day. Lost 15-20 more jigs. Just stopped trying to retrieve them and started breaking them off.
It was literally E-V-E-R-Y cast.
Never warmed up, stayed cold, wet, and angry all day. My best areas were funnels for the new wind direction, muddy, and unfishable. Headed to the ramp at 2:30 after I'd COMPLETELY EMPTIED my jig box and was glad to be done with it.